listening to the babbling brook,
Thinking that it is my heart,
Purging the pains of life out to all who can hear.
As I sit,
Clouds form overhead.
Thanking that i should head for shelter,
As the raindrops start to fall.
Why, when it rains,
It actually pours?
In life...
With the weather?
Thats the way it seems.
To once be giddy in the drops
To being utterly sad,
And having the drops mingle with the tears.
It seems that there will never be sun and happiness
in this rainstorm inside a babbling brook
A contest entry
- Romance, Pain, and Rain~ by Porcelain Doll.
425 points, ended December 6, 2007, 12 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Give me emotions by BonaFidePoet.
600 points, ended December 3, 2007, 19 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Wow the whole thing with water... so powerful. It's subtle but makes so much sense, I really like this poem. Awesome job!
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Been there...
...done that. I love the way this poem reflected both on happier times, and sad. It formed a lovely contrast, with rain unifying the two parts. Very nice imagery. Brownie points for the nifty background
~Amy
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